If It’s for My Daughter, I’d Even Defeat a Demon Lord (WN)

"Ya!"

To be clear, Marya probably shakes her head.

"Don't say that, come here, Marya"

"Hey! Oh, no, it's okay!

"Marya......"

Joseph's triangular ears are in an unspeakable and pitiful form. Compared to that, Marya's in a battlefield position.

"Oh no, Marya!

"Huh..."

And while pinched by such a father and son, Latina, who is disappointed to be captured by Marya, was still in chaos.

"Latina... it's hot..."

Dale had a distant eye and looked at it like that. It has a slight escape from reality. I learned a lot during my stay in Tislaw. Giving up on humans is also key.

"Not really, sinful things, don't do it..."

One comment that comes out because you're running away from reality is also something that doesn't suit your child right now. But now Dale didn't think about meaning in depth. And Latina, who was told, was not able to think.

"Oh, Marya, come on!

"Huh..."

All Latina had to do was grate and cuddle with Marya, who claimed ownership aloud.

Oh, there you are.

"Mr. Woote. Excuse me, I'll take care of you."

"Wow..."

"Oh, no!

Ute, Joseph's wife, who was out and away in the middle of this noise, voices surprise at what Dale and Latina look like. Latina, who tried to bow as Dale greeted her, was a little crushed as she was by Marya.

In the present state, apparently, even turning consciousness on one of the others is subject to jealousy.

"What's wrong with Marya?

"Ahhh...... you want to monopolize latina? Looks like it."

"I didn't grow up to be a sweetheart because my father is sweet"

Even in front of this rampage of Marya, Oote still didn't seem to move. I miss it deeply, for better or worse.

"... Joseph"

"What?

Dale speaks to Joseph, who has become a well-flavoured soggy. At the end of their gaze, Marya was about to be moffled with her belly hair by Latina looking daunted.

"Last time, right after that, you stopped crying?

"No..."

Joseph's gaze swam.

"A legend was born"

"... that was tough"

I dare not ask what 'legend' it is. The two men were silent for a while.

"This time..."

"How about we leave early in the morning before Marya wakes up?"

I don't suppose I want to kick him out, but the desperation seeps into Joseph's voice that cut him out so. Apparently, I enjoyed the last cry.

"If you like it and you're full of bellies, Marya's a dick! And then it's your chance to pull away."

Dale, who thinks in the corner of his head about the middle-aged male counterpart of a relative who is a subtle baby language mixer, if he has a child one day too, is unaware that he is also approximate from the edge.

In front of both of those two men (the parent idiots), there was Marya waving her tail as she was caressed with a blush.

Exactly what you should say father, as Joseph put it, Marya, who had eaten a soup full of meat and a platter of sugar-boiled crumble of fruit, had her eyelids clotted. I was eating nearly double the amount of latina to back up the story of a favorite. There is still plenty of dessert left on Latina's plate that she hoped would be replaced by a little bit of tension.

Because of this, Latina still sits next to Marya. Even this seems to be a compromise for Marya, and she originally demanded it on Latina's lap.

Because Latina's leg was paralyzed and limited, a history exists that the status quo was recognized.

The men look at each other.

When Joseph stood up agile, unsuitable for his physique, he held Marya up a bit. Shake it like you're used to it.

"Ugh... Ugh..."

It was a rough Marya, but she got to her best position, and when she settled in her father's arms, she began to sleep feeling better.

At the same time, Dale secures Latina.

"Dale, playing on the way to dinner is too bad."

I was scolded for honesty. Still, as unfortunately, rearrange and sit next to Latina. It doesn't look like they're willing to stick together with each other on an equal footing.

Latina, I'm leaving early tomorrow morning.

"Really?

"Oh. I'm worried about the weather, so I want to keep you out of the woods soon."

It's not a total lie. Latina convinced you, too, yeah. I nodded.

Sleep in a blanket in the corner of the living room just like last time. At that time, Dale's continued embrace of Latina as a matter of course may still have been the depression that had always been exclusive to Marya (the little one).

Again, there was no big difference with Joseph.

……

……

The next morning, two men (parent idiots) were sloppy with a sense of defeat.

Latina's blanket was unnaturally swollen when she fell asleep to rinse. I rolled it up and at some point Marya, who was diving in, looked like she was sleeping with a disappointing hug to Latina.

It was the moment I failed to get out of my toddler.

"I'll prepare breakfast, so make sure you eat well."

Oothe's voice was called upon such a dripping back.

- - After tracing such a memory, Dale saw his' brother's share 'in front of him.

"Will Kenneth also, in front of the baby, start using baby language..."

"Suddenly what?"

"You know what, Kenneth? Kids are... that's it... yeah. Awesome... all kinds of things..."

"What's really going on?"

Marya's Big Bang was more than the last time. The two men desperately separated Latina, who began to cry perfectly, and Marya, like a bomb, and left the scene. I heard a faint cry from across the woods, as if to be particular, and when I heard it, I wondered what I was going to do.

"I thought it was hard to raise a child..."

"Is that a threat?"

"Latina was really, really upset that she was a good girl out of hand"

"Well, why don't you use Latina as a reference?"

Even from Kenneth's assessment, Latina is such a good boy that she is too good.

Kennis, who received a chunk of Latina's offered souvenir meat, asked her with it in one hand.

"Latina, how do you use this?

"You know, I use a lot of salt. Because it is meat for preservation. If it stays intact, it will be soaked in water, salted, and then used."

This question from Kenneth is not because I don't know how to use it. It's a kind of punch test.

He said, "Put some vegetables in it and make it soup or something."

"Right."

Kennis loosened his expression a little when he made sure he understood how to use it properly as well. First of all, it's a good point. If I can cook more dishes of my own design, I'll pass.

"Did you make proper meals on the road?

"Yeah. Like Kenneth taught me, I could do it. Sometimes I fail..."

"Failure."

"Yeah. You know, the intensity of the fire, it was annoying. I fell back."

Kenneth and Latina saw Dale at the same time once on the way to having a conversation as a master and disciple.

"... Dale does. They always told me they were good."

"Huh? 'Cause really, Latina, you always did it right, didn't you?

"... well, it's worth making, rather than reacting to anything..."

"Huh? So it was really good."

With such Dale on his ass, his mentor, who would not compromise in terms of cooking, nodded in the same way.

"Did you see the challenge this time?"

"Yeah. Latina, I thought I had to hang in there more"

Kiri. The girl tells her master of her future aspirations with a look of

"Every time we were camping, Latina used to cook dinner."

"You did your best."

"That's all... are you dissatisfied..."

"Latina... weird place, sounds like Kenneth has a lot of influence"

There was more than a subtle difference in temperature between Dale and Rita who had such a conversation.